Thanks,
Mr. B
"I'll just say this once. It feels like it's just hanging here between us, waiting to be said, so I will just say it. You can listen. And after I say this and the words are hanging in the air between us, let's see where we stand and if it doesn't change things between us.
I am over here.
And you are over there.
I like being beside you.
You like being beside me.
I can't go over there to be with you.
But you can come over here to be with me.
Please come over here and be with me.
Cover the distance.
Take the first step.
Move Forward.
Put down the heavy things that weigh you down.
Cut the ties that bind you to that place.
Bring the things that mean something to you.
I will make room for you.
I'll clear out all the clutter and scoot over in the bed.
I have drawers open and waiting for your things.
I keep things clean and tidy, so that you'll feel comfortable.
I will bring you the things that please you.
There are people for us to meet together.
And places for us to go together.
And things for us to see together.
Memories to make together.
Two independant lives waiting to be lived parallel to each other.
If you'll only cover the distance.
I would do it for you, if I could.
But we both know that I can't.
So, it has to be up to you to do this.
You are over there.
I am over here."
Please come over here.

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